Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
He spins around so fast, ripping his shirt off. “I’ll wash my arm off,” he says, moving closer to the water.
I unzip my jeans, and fling my shirt off, trying my best not to get them dirtier than they already are. I can’t believe this is happening.
I’m in nothing but my hot pink bra and panties, and I move closer to the water, hoping Griffin doesn’t turn around.
But kind of wanting him to.
Chapter 10
Griffin
My arm has horse shit on it. I should be gagging, but instead, I’m on my knees washing it in the lake trying to keep myself distracted from looking at a nearly naked Anya.
When she first fell off the horse, my heart sank, thinking she hurt herself. As I rushed over, it took all my willpower not to burst out laughing when I saw her lying in a pile of horse shit. But now that I know she’s undressing behind me, it’s not so funny.
The urge to turn around has me physically shaking. Being around her all day has been difficult enough. Ever since she put herself out there, it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything else. I replay that night in my head constantly and each time it ends with me claiming her full lips. Now, she just steps away from me, wet, in nothing but her bra and panties.
I deserve a fucking medal for keeping my distance.
“Griffin.”
Shit, I can’t ignore her, but if I turn around my promise to Callum will be shot to hell.
“Griffin?”
Fuck.
I stand up, still keeping my back to her and wipe my wet arm with my hand. “What’s up?”
“I need your help.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out images of what I’d like to help her with. Like slamming my lips to hers while I pull her wet body against mine or helping her out of the thin material she has left on.
I haven’t looked at her and I know without a doubt that she looks sexy as hell. It’s killing me trying to do the right thing. Physically and mentally.
If I hadn’t made that damn promise I would’ve kissed her and I’d be in the water with her right now and she’d be asking for my help to give her the relief she’s desperate to get.
“Nevermind,” she mumbles.
Christ. I scrub my face and turn around. Worst mistake of my life.
Anya is in the water, which is not doing a good job of covering her. I can see her hard nipples poking out of her bright-pink bra. Her long hair is dripping wet, causing drops of water to roll down her gorgeous face.
She takes my breath away.
I clear my throat as I try to keep my eyes on hers instead of her incredibly sexy body. “What do you need?”
Please, say me.
“It’s fine. I was just going to ask if I got it all,” she says, glancing down at herself.
Now because I took so long to acknowledge her, she thinks I didn’t want to see her. Which is the complete opposite of what I’m feeling.
I let my eyes roam over her and the look of hurt is back on her beautiful face. Frustrated, I kick off my sneakers and unbuckle my jeans, making a pile with my now discarded clothes.
I walk toward the water and her moss-green eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
I wish I could tell her the need I have to be close to her right now is undeniable, but I don’t. Instead I grin as I step into the water. “I’m making sure you’re poop free before you get out.”
That medal I said I should receive, is now sinking to the bottom of this lake as my dick moves higher.
I should stop eye-fucking her, but if I’m honest, she’s doing the same to me. I can feel her gaze burning into my flesh as she takes in every inch of me. It’s turning me on more, which I didn’t think was possible.
She laughs, shaking her head as I get closer. “I didn’t mean you should get in the lake.”
I reach her and our eyes lock. “I know you didn’t, Anya,” I whisper, moving a piece of wet hair off her cheek.
My eyes bounce between hers and her breathing picks up, matching my own. She blushes and it’s incredibly sexy seeing the effect on her. I allow my eyes to drag over her, making sure she’s clean, but slightly taking advantage of the situation as I burn her near naked body to memory.
“You look good, Anya.” My eyes move back to hers and I can see the lust there. “Real fucking good,” I whisper.
She visibly swallows and I should fight it harder. I should walk out of this lake and just allow things to stay the way they are. I shouldn’t push the limits or cross any lines.